Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. HELOISE Chapter 6 She was in a medium sized cell with a dozen other slaves sleeping on bunks, really just wooden shelves stacked above each other. The last thing she remembered was helping Master and Mistress get ready to move. Before she had a chance to worry about how she got here the lights came on all the other slaves started to stir. They all headed for a trough at the back of the cell and sqyatted to relieve themselves. Hole joined them, peed and started to get up when one of the male slaves grabbed her elbow and whispered, "If you gotta shit, now's the only chance you'll get." She started to ask what he meant but he shushed her. Two men and two women dressed in leather gear and carrying straps opened the cell. All the slaves lined up facing the wall opposite the bunks, bent over and grabbed their ankles. Hole followed their example, wondering what the hell was going on. The leather-clad whoever they were went down the line giving them all enemas. When it came Hole's turn she nearly jumped as the cold water entered her. None of the slaves before her had moved and she struggled to keep the water in. Finally permission was given and they all rushed back to the trough. There was only room for five or six at a time and Hole had to wait anotherun endurable minute until her turn came. When they were finished the guards turned on the shower heads in the ceiling and tossed bottles of liquid soap in for the slaves to use. Hole was grateful for the chance to get clean, but the water was freezing. Once the shower was over the slaves lined up and left the cell one by one. The guards buttplugged each and handed men and women alike a pair of cheap rubber sandals and a coarse dress that was like a big sack with holes cut for the head and arms. They were split into groups and marched off to their tasks. Hole was set to work in the kitchen, washing dishes, scrubbing the floors and any other job shewas ordered to do. Shewasn't given a single moment's rest as she worked and sweated and felt dizzy from hunger. The cooks and assistants, the waiters and busboys who scurried in and out all looked perfectly normal. They ignored her, taking her presence for granted. She longed to ask someone where she was, what kind of place it was, and above everything else where Master and Mistress were. Surely she hadn't abandoned her. She hoped. But day after day went on and they never showed up. She and the others were worked fourteen hours a day, brought back to their cell, given some kind of vile-tasting mush to eat and water to drink and allowed to collapse onto their narrow bunks. The only break she ever got was when she was allowed to pee and even then there was a guard standing over her. The rules were absolute silence and absolute obedience. She worked in the kitchen and the laundry, cleaned up the bars and restaurants after they closed, scrubbed the walls and floors and fixtures in the dungeon. She decided this place was like a cross between the Roissy chateau in "The Story of O" and the island resort in "Exit to Eden." There were slaves like her, the guards, and regular employees like the cooks, janitors and groundskeepers. Only a few times did she catch a glimpse of the masters and sex slaves. Finally she resigned herself to her new life and gave up all hope of seeing Mistress and Master again But after weeks of drudgery she was pulled out of the cell and brought to a larger much nicer one. She was allowed to take a real, hot shower, eat some real food and sleep for almost eighteen hours. She was showered again and a couple of the upper-class slaves came, shaved her legs and underarms, trimmed her pussy hais, fixed her hair and made her up. Lastly, a man came in and tattooed her armwith a strange medieval-looking spiral design from her wrist halfway up her forearm. She was led to a large, ornate hall and bound spreadeagled between two pillars, but not too tight. It was a comfort to know that she was being returned to her status as a cunt slave. The lights at the front of the hall came on and well-dressed men and women began entering. They were served cocktails by collared slaved and chatted with each other, fianlly sitting down at tables and were served a fine dinner. There were seven men and womensittong at a raised dais, looking like a Supreme Court. After the dinner was over the woman in the middle banged a gavel and announced solemnly, "This meeting of the Order is now in session." All conversations ceased and the chairwoman went on, "We have two new members with use tonight, Nathan and Suzanne Forrest, stand up." Master and Mistress stood and were applauded by the group. Hole'sheart leapt. They had come back for her!! "Are you ready to take on all the obligations of membership in the Order?" the woman asked them. "Yes," they chorused. "You understand that you are while you may use your slave in any way and punish her as you wish, you have a duty to provide food and shelter for her and keep her in good health, "That you may only bring her to Order-approved medical personnel, "That you will take every precaution to prevent her escape, "That you will render all possible assistance to any member whose slave has escaped, "That you will make your slave available at an Order facility for four weeks every year, "That should you desire to give up your slave you may only sell or give her to another member or to the Order itself, "And that you will keep all the secrets of the Order, including its existence upon pain of death. "Are you ready to take on these duties?" "We are," her owners replied. The hall lights were dimmed and a spotlight shone on Hole. "Slave Hole, registry number 3676-01!" the woman called out, "you are a slave for life. You have been registered with the International Order and if you ever try to escape, the Order and all its members will use all their resources to find you. If you attempt to escape twice you will die. Do you understand?" "Yes," she replied. "Now the Committee will welcome the slave," she announced. They descended from the dais and each punished gave her ten lashes with their weapon of choice -- strap, whip, cat of nine tails. Each demanded the she call them Master or Mistress before each stroke. Sensing that this was a test, she refused. No matter how terrible the pain Hole refused to cry out, clenching her teeth and only moaning a little. Finally the chairwoman approached her andcupped her chin in her hand. "You're a brave little thing, aren't you?" she said. "Yes . . . I mean only if it pleases you," Hole replied,using the answer she had read in one of Anne Roquelaure's books. "Very good," the woman said, "why don't you cry out? You must be in pain." "I didn't want to shame my Master and my Mistress," Hole told her. "Very good," the woman purred, "if that's the real reason. But I think you are a proud slave who needs to be taught a lesson." The woman nodded approvingly. She gave an order and Hole was hung upside down between between the columns then selected a riding crop and brought it down viciously between her legs. Hole's body convlsed in agony but stubbornly she refused to cry out. "Don't be such a proud slave," she was warned sternly, "if anyone wants you to scream, you WILL scream." Nine more times the crop punished her cunt lips and her clit. She did scream and cry and beg for mercy, stripped even of the dignity of accepting her torment with courage. After her ordeal was over she was placed right side up again and the members of the Order came over to examine her. They all commented on her body, some recommending that her owners ger her breast implants, another criticising her feet, others asking Master and Mistress about her skills. Finally the hall emptied out and she was alone again. Someone came and took her down and placed some pills in her mouth and water to wash them down with. She swallowed them eagerly, hoping that they were painkillers. Not! Soon her nipples and clit stood erect and she was filled with horniness, her cunt pulsing with desrie. Then she felt as if she had just drunk a gallon of coffee, totally awake and wired. Reality seemed harder and sharper, the lights brighter, sounds louder, sensations more vivid. She grew impatient for Master and Mistress to come retrieve her but they didn't. She had one more lesson in humility. She was taken and thrown into a gravelled courtyard with a courtyard and a couple benches, hands tied behind her back. Soon four of five men came out and raped her terribly abused pussy, making her yelp with pain. She recognized a couple of them, a waiter and a janitor she had seen in the course of her duties. Soon more arrived and she had all three holes filled. All of them shot his load on her instead of coming inside which annoyed the hell out of her. Sometimes she orgasmed but it felt like her vagina wasn't even apart of her, just some alien thing that had been stuck to her body. She was left alone for awhile then a guy came out and fucked her tits, the first time she had experinced that degradation. he begged him to fuck her or at least let her suck him off but her just laughed and shot his load all over her face. In her mind-altered state she could feel all the sperm like little worms crawling all over her body and tried to shake them off of scrape them on the gravel. A fat, ugly woman sat on her face and Hole ate her pussy gladly. The butch pissed on her face as she came amd Hole was grateful to her for washing off some of the jizz. It went on and on and she went from screaming in pain and begging for mercy to shrieking in ecstasy and pleading for more. Guys came out and used her, usually in groups, sometimes a loner, then she'd be left by herself for a time. It finally dawned on her that the employees had been given permission to use her on their breaks or when their shifts were over. She hated the women who came out to watch even more than the few who used her. Finally, no more came. The speed she'd been given wore off and exhaustion caught up with her. Someone came and carried her away but she didn't even wake up.